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 Rh The foes have perished. Dost thou see these fires? Thou see'st? 'Tis Litwa's havoc with the Germans. A hundred years heal not the Order's wounds, I smote the hundred-headed monster's heart. Their treasures wasted, well-springs of their power, Their towns in flames, a sea of blood has flowed,— I caused all this! I have fulfilled my vows! More fearful vengeance hell might not conceive. I will no more of it—I am a man! I spent my youth in foul hypocrisy. In bloody murders. Now, bent down with age, Wearied of treasons, I am unfit for war. Enough of vengeance. Germans, too, are men! God has enlightened me. I come from Litwa, And I have seen those places, seen thy castle, The Kowno castle,—now it lies in ruin. I turned away, urged thence my rapid course; And hurried to that valley, our own valley. All was as formerly! Those woods, those flowers! All as it was upon that very eve. When to the valley breathed we long farewell. Alas! it seems to me but yesterday! That stone—rememberest thou that high-raised stone Once of our rambles limit made and end?